Summary: Mark meets his celebrity crush and leaves with more than he could ever dream of.
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Mark was loving being home in the US. The weather, the food and the energetic spirit made him feel right at home, even if he wasn't physically at his own house but rather in New York. The boys were incredibly lucky to be here performing at Barclays Center, it marked a huge step in their career and he couldn't be more excited.
They spent a few days promoting and exploring and Mark couldn't lie that he might have been hoping to bump into you. He had seen on his Twitter that you also were in New York and he found himself searching for your face in the crowd even if he knew the chances of actually seeing you were slim.
Despite the small disappointment in his heart, he was still more than excited to perform. The night went better than expected, no hitches and the fans were amazing. He couldn't have wished for anything else - well, maybe a meeting with you but that was asking for too much.
"Great job tonight," Jackson patted his back as they went back to their dressing room. They were all feeding off the adrenaline rush, some more than others; Yugyeom and Bambam were ahead of them dancing wildly as they made various loud noises; Jinyoung, JB and Youngjae were all smiling widely as they discussed the highlights of the evening.
"You too," he responded following Jackson inside. He collapsed into a chair feeling the exhaustion enter his bones, it was hard dancing and singing for hours.
They were all relaxing when an assistant knocked on the door and poked her inside. "I have someone who will like to meet you, is that alright?"
Jinyoung immediately agreed, never one to turn fans down. The rest sat up waiting for the fan to enter. When she finally did, Mark swore his heart stopped beating.
It was you.
You were smiling nervously as you entered the room to find seven giants waiting expectantly. It was a little nerve-wracking. It hadn't been in your plans to come see GOT7 but the minute you realised you would be in the same city as them, you had your manager clear your schedule. You were lucky their manager somehow recognised you and brought you backstage, whispering about how the boys adored you. It was absolutely crazy to even think about them knowing you but also liking your work.
The boys immediately stood up to greet you, Jackson taking the lead as he was the best at speaking English, well besides Mark, but he was currently stuck in his chair attempting to take in the situation.
You were actually here. In the same room as him. What the fuck?
He was having a hard time comprehending it and when you shot him a smile he nearly fell off his chair. The fact that the boys were sending him knowing looks did not make it better. He might talk about you at times (often) but you didn't need to know that. Couldn't have you thinking he was a creep for liking you.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you. I love your music," you said giving them all a sweet smile. They were all incredibly good looking but you couldn't deny the fact that you might have a small crush on the eldest member; the member who didn't look like he even wanted to meet you much to your disappointment.
Never the less, the rest of the boys quickly grabbed your attention and you were soon laughing away at their crazy antics and the jokes they cracked. They were all trying their hardest to speak English, too, which made it even better. The meeting was going well in your opinion.
You even managed to catch Mark's eyes a few times and the smile on his face reassured that he wasn't totally despising this. He even asked a few questions once you took a seat on the sofa next to him, stammering a bit and changing to Korean halfway to his own embarrassment - something you found quite adorable, giggling at the flush of red that hit his cheeks.
All in all, it was great but you didn't want to take up too long of their time, knowing yourself how exhausting a show could be, so after 20 minutes you told them you were leaving. They all complained but you could practically see the exhaustion and need for sleep on their faces so you insisted.
"Let's take a picture before you leave, though?" Jackson asked already fishing his phone out of his pocket, giving you his puppy dog eyes.
"Let's do it," you agreed. You were glad they asked, you would never have gotten the courage to do it yourself even if you had just spent the last 20 minutes with them.
"Alright, Y/N - you're in the middle," Jackson immediately began bossing you all around until he was satisfied. You ended up beside Mark (which unknowingly to you was something Jackson definitely did on purpose) and Jackson next to you as he held the selfie stick in his hands.
"Bundle up close and smile!" Jackson exclaimed holding the camera up high to capture you all.
You wrapped an arm around Mark ignoring the nervous flutter in your chest as his arm around your shoulder pulled you closer, letting your other arm wrap around Jackson's waist. After a loud snap, you all gathered around the camera to look at the picture and you tried not to miss the feeling of Mark's body pressed against you.
"Wow! We look so good," Bambam exclaimed as the rest of you agreed.
"True, you gotta send me that picture," you said wanting to have the moment saved in your photo album, too.
"I'm gonna need your number for that," Jackson winked.
"Ah, that's right," you took the phone that was extended to you, "Just don't give my number out. Don't want any creeps to contact me."
"I promise," he crossed his heart taking back his phone from you. You stopped him halfway, though, leaning in close to whisper something in his ear that made Jackson smile widely.
Mark felt his heart sink as he watched your flirty exchange. Of course, you would go for Jackson. He was much more outgoing and likeable than him. Meeting you was more than he could have wished for, to have you like him as he did you, was reaching for the impossible.
"It was so nice to meet you! I hope we can meet under other circumstances again. Maybe for lunch, if we're ever in the same city," you smiled at them before taking your leave.
The room instantly became chaos as they all tried to fathom what had just happened. Mark, though, wasn't sure if he should feel over the moon or if he should just crawl under his covers and stay there until he forgot the look on Jackson's face after you whispered in his ear.
"Hey man," Jackson slid up next to him wearing a grin too large for his face. "You'll never guess what Y/N said to me when she whispered in my ear."
"She probably asked you out," he mumbled not bothering to hide his roaring jealousy.
"No man!" Jackson pulled a disgusted face that Mark wasn't sure if he should feel offended by, "She told me I could give her number to you."
What? Had he heard him correctly? Did you really want him to have your number?
Jackson must have been able to see the inner turmoil and quickly cut through, "I'll send you her number. Use it well," he clapped his knee before joining the others.
A small vibration in his pocket alerted him of the message and he watched with his own eyes as your phone number came through.
Use it well.
He definitely planned to do so. This day could not get any better.
